There is no escape from Chaos..

...HO, HO, HO! <epic, grim narrative voice in background>

I'm a little bit afraid that I'm not very good at making christmas cards. Some crazy reindeers came out from the Drakwald forest so I was completely defenceles and innocent.

Late-But-Better-Than-Never Merry Christmas!
M.

Run, Martin! Run!

Yay! I made ONE (shocking!) second test (!) of my in-progress animation! Now, I only have to do the rest of 5760 sec. or 69120 frames in other words. How excating!

(Oh-my-god-why-I-didn't-choose-some-relaxing-classes-like-linocut-or-design-or anything-else-....-Oh-god-why-?!)

Cheers!
M.

War stuff, I guess

I have no idea what I'm doing but to be honest - I like it.

Yeah, it could be better (as always) but it's time for another things to do (like sleeping or study for example..)

Good night!
M.

PS. And the Epilogue

Sneaky-peeky

I should work on my study stuff but of course I more interested in shooting epic lasers&horses&shit. Here you have early work-in-progress sneak-peek:

It's going to be kitschy, serious and fu**ing amazing. Yup, that's a good plan for a weekend. I have a Martin Luther King's blessing.

Good night!
M.

Selfie on Mars

Because Tunisia and Italy are too mainstream.

Cheers!
M.

Female Study

Experimenting with different styles.

Cheers!
M.

Forgive me, comrade

“We're no longer young men. We've lost any desire to conquer the world. We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives. We were eighteen years old, and we had just begun to love the world and to love being in it; but we had to shoot at it. The first shell to land went straight for our hearts. We've been cut off from real action, from getting on, from progress. We don't believe in those things any more; we believe in the war.”

- All Quiet on the Western Front

Good night,
M.